Name: Alauralen
Title: Voldy, Demons, and Death Eaters! Oh My!
Summary: Harry Potter/Charmed crossover. Voldemort has seen opportunity in the leaderless underworld and has begun gaining the support of the demonic masses.
Rating: MA
Pairings: Remus Lupin/Phoebe Halliwell, Piper Halliwell/Leo Wyatt, Paige Matthews/Charlie Weasley, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger, Paige Matthews/Severus Snape
Categories: Crossover, Drama, Angst, Humor, Action, Violence, Non Consensual, Character Death
The timelines are as follows: Harry Potter in the summer after OOTP and Charmed after the defeat of the Avatars, but with no Zanku. Leo is a White Lighter, but not an Elder. Paige is not the headmistress of the Wiccan American magic school.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Charmed. I am not getting paid to write this, so don't sue me.
b u Author's Note/b /u This story is archived at Potions Master, Adult Fan Fiction, Freedom of Speech Fan Fiction, Fan and HP Fandom. This story won for Insecurity Best Crossover at the Multifaceted Fanfiction Awards in round five!
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Voldy, Demons, and Death Eaters! Oh My!
Chapter 1-The Calm Before the Storm
It had been a month and a half since the death of Harry's godfather, Sirius Black, and he was still stuck at number four, Privet Drive. Although this was usually enough to make him want to jump on his broom and make for the Burrow, his friend Ron's house, it didn't bother him. When he had walked through the barrier to Platform 9 3/4, Harry had found members of the Order of the Phoenix waiting for him. They had made sure that his Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and Cousin Dudley understood that any mistreatment of Harry, in any respect, would yield almost instantaneous repercussions.
Both Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were too afraid of the witches and wizards of the Order to rant at Harry. Instead, they complained loudly to each other about the indignity and injustice of the situation. They no longer locked Harry in his room and, despite Dudley's ongoing diet, they let Harry eat whatever he wanted. They had also gone back to ignoring his existence since these niceties were almost more than they could bear to give him.
If Harry hadn't been so thoroughly wracked with guilt and grief, he would have taken full advantage of this. But, he was just too miserable and spent most of his time moping in his room. He only left for mealtimes, to use the bathroom, and to watch the evening news. If Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon still found this disturbing, they said nothing, continuing their stony silence. He had also renewed a subscription to the Daily Prophet now that they were no longer printing that he was a disturbed liar and Dumbledore, senile.
Unfortunately, or fortunately, he couldn't really decide, there seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary. Muggle news reported no mysterious deaths or disappearances. The Daily Prophet, while still printing supposed sightings of Death Eaters and Voldemort, similarly had no actual attacks to report. Harry thought that it reminded him of the old saying, "the calm before the storm." Ron, Hermione, Hagrid, and Professor Lupin wrote him almost daily. Professor Dumbledore wrote him at least once a week. All of them wanted to know the same things: how was he feeling, did his scar hurt, was he still having dreams, and if he needed anything. His nightmares seemed to have given him a reprieve and, however temporary, he was grateful. He had been practicing Occlumency every night before he went to bed, determined that he would not fall into another trap. He would not be the cause of another death if he could help it. Since Harry had never been particularly good at it, he couldn't help but wonder if Voldemort was blocking his mind from Harry's, not vice versa.
Harry's scar hurt almost constantly, but it had been doing this for quite some time, so he didn't mention it. Dumbledore had told him that his scar connected him to Voldemort and that the pain would be there until the prophecy was fulfilled. He hadn't had the blinding pain since he was in school, so he took that as a good sign.
Harry never knew how to give an answer as to how he was feeling. It was as if a bottomless pit of pain had opened in his chest. When he had been with Ron and Hermione, it hadn't been so bad. He could talk about it if he wanted, and they understood when he didn't. But being in near seclusion, and not knowing how to put his feelings on paper, he lied to them all, telling them that he was fine.
He wanted to ask them what the Order knew about Voldemort's doings, to beg them to come and get him. He knew that he had to stay in this house because within its walls he was safe. Voldemort couldn't touch him here; his mother had made sure of that with her death. He had resigned himself to the fact that he was going to be stuck at number four, Privet Drive for the entire summer. He knew better than to put anything about the Order or Voldemort in a letter in case the owl was intercepted, so he had to wait for information, too.
"Six more weeks," Harry said gloomily to Hedwig, looking at the calendar. He walked over and started to pet her. "Do you think we'll make it?"
Hedwig gave a comforting hoot and pecked lovingly at his fingers. Just then, a large brown owl that Harry didn't recognize flew in through the open window.
"Well, who do you belong to?" Harry asked, startled. The owl gave a hoot and held out his leg so that Harry could take the letter tied there. "Thanks." The owl hooted once more and flew back out of the window. Harry opened the letter and saw Dumbledore's handwriting.
Harry,
I hope this finds you well. There has been a development. Remus Lupin and Alastor Moody will be there at 5:00 p.m. this evening to get you. Tell your aunt and uncle that they will be in a Muggle car. Be ready when they arrive. Dumbledore ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
San Francisco, California
Paige walked into Halliwell Manor and slammed the door. The noise brought both Piper and Phoebe running into the foyer, ready for battle.
"What the hell is going on?" yelled Paige in frustration. "I was attacked again, and, needless to say, fired from yet another temp job, for, you guessed it, destroying half the place. Somehow no one managed to notice anything."
"Something is definitely up. I mean, we have all been attacked and almost killed how many times how many times over the last few weeks?" asked Phoebe. "Piper, maybe we should have Leo check with the Elders again to see if they have any new leads. There is no way that this is all just some big coincidence."
"Yeah, I think you're right," Piper said, looking worried. "Leo," she called.
The familiar bright, white lights came into the room and, within seconds, Leo had materialized. He smiled down at his wife and said, "What's up?"
"What's up? Paige was attacked again, that's what's up! You need to go and talk to the Elders again. If these attacks keep up, you may be raising the boys by yourself."
"That's not funny, Piper," said Leo, frowning.
"I'm not trying to be funny, Leo. I'm scared. What if some demon has been made the new Source? Something is organizing these demons; they're just not this smart on their own."
Paige walked up to her brother-in-law and grabbed two handfuls of plaid shirt to pull Leo closer. "You stay up there until they figure out who is behind this demonpalooza so that we can kick their ass!" she said vehemently. "I would like to make it through one full day of work."
"Okay, okay! I'll be back as soon as I can. Yell if you need me. I love you," he said to Piper as he orbed out.
"Well, who wants some tea?" asked Piper, sighing.
"I do," said Phoebe.
"I need chocolate, not tea," said Paige. "I'm depressed and need a pick me up."
"Come on, then. To the kitchen with you," said Piper, smiling at her pouting sister.
A loud wail suddenly filled the air from the baby monitor Piper was carrying.
"Oh, oh, Piper, somebody's paging you," teased Phoebe. "You go and get the boys. Paige and I will start the tea and warm up a bottle."
A few hours later, after diaper changes, Chris' bottle, Wyatt's snack, and lots of chocolate chip cookies, Leo orbed back in.
"Well, you three were right. An evil wizard named Voldemort, who was defeated about fifteen years ago, has been, for lack of a better word, resurrected. Actually, resurrected isn't exactly right, he never died, but was powerless and without a body. One of his followers magically made him a new one, powers and all. Since the Underworld has been in chaos with no Source to guide them, he has made some kind of deal with the demons. The Elders are still fuzzy on the details, but it has something to do with both the Charmed Ones and a teenager named Harry Potter.
"I orbed to England to speak with Professor Albus Dumbledore. He is the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the school Harry Potter attends. Apparently, Professor Dumbledore received some news regarding this Voldemort's plans for you. He said that he was going to Floo to the Manor around 12:00 p.m. our time. He wants to talk to you girls personally and try to explain the situation in more detail. I think he knows even more than the Elders do."
"What the hell is a Floo?" asked all three girls at once.